Dear Commander-in-Chief



Gong Sheng didn’t eat at home often.

The presidential palace was busy and had to deal with many things every day. It could be said that the moment he opened his eyes every day, he would be the one to decide the decisions of the country at a larger level.

He controlled the direction of the operation of the huge empire, forming allies and repelling enemies. If possible, he would use other means to solve problems without fighting, so that the citizens of the Empire could live without the flames of War, poverty, and hunger, he tried to live a happy and prosperous life.

Therefore, his daily schedule was quite full.

If he did not receive foreign envoys, meet with cabinet elders, or have meetings with the heads of various departments, he would eat state banquets or simple and fast working meals.

In any case, he worked overtime until late into the night and came back to sleep. This villa was more of a resting place for him than a home.

However, that night, he did not work overtime until late at night. Instead, he came back from work on time in the evening. When he stood in the courtyard, he felt a deep sense of “Home”.

His heart was slightly moved. He could not help but stand where he was and take a deep breath for a few seconds. Then, he walked into the villa with his long legs.

When he entered the door, to his surprise, Yun Qiao actually wore an apron and came out from the kitchen with a bowl of something.

The little woman was still moaning softly as she walked, “It’s so hot, so hot!”

The cook nervously followed behind her. “Miss Xiao Qiao, let me do it!”

Yun Qiao pursed her lips. “No need, let me experience what it’s like to pass on food!”

The Cook was helpless and quickly held the pot with her hands, afraid that the boiling hot pot might accidentally fall on Yun Qiao’s feet.

Seeing this, Gong Sheng quickly took a few steps forward and took the pot from Yun Qiao’s hand, placing it firmly on the dining table.

The cook said nervously, “President, you’re back!”

Yun Qiao pouted. “You’re back at the right time. You’re blocking the time to eat.”

Gong Sheng didn’t look at the soup on the table. Instead, he pinched her hand. “Is it hot? The wound on your palm hasn’t fully healed yet. Why are you pouring the soup?”

Yun Qiao pursed her lips and said, “How did I know that this pot was so hot?”

In the past, there were eunuchs and palace maids serving her, so she thought it would be easy for her to hold a bowl without touching the water. Who knew that it would be so hot when she touched it? However, she was too embarrassed to give up halfway.

Gong Sheng was speechless for a long time before he said unhappily, “Don’t you know that there’s a thing called heat-insulating gloves?”

Yun Qiao was curious. “Really? There’s such a thing? I don’t know.”

Gong Sheng:”...”

Uncle Zhang quickly came over to smooth things over. “Madam President, Miss Xiao Qiao personally prepared all the dishes for you tonight. “Look, the rice is steamed into clear grains. The vegetables are authentic and the most amazing thing is the Buddha jumps over the wall soup. It’s a lost secret recipe...”

Gong Sheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

Yun Qiao made all this by herself?

He couldn’t believe it.

It turned out that the ‘home’smell he smelled when he was standing in the courtyard was the smell Yun Qiao made for him..

Gong Sheng sat down at the table and took a deep breath. The first thing he tasted was the Buddha jumps over the wall soup.

A rich aroma assaulted his nose.

He took a big gulp while it was still hot.

HMM, the soup was indeed rich and stunning!

However..

Gong Sheng frowned slightly.

Yun Qiao sat opposite him and watched his reaction nervously.